Tag: National Poetry Day
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Wishes
I am waiting patiently for Winter to subside. The twelve trials left me with some nasty wounds. I’m tired of living in the darkness. I long for a happy rebirth.
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Wednesday
Arrival At the center Between Hope and Despair Familiarity At the place Between Choice and Decision Departure At the moment Between Comedy and Tragedy
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Sunday
Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight. Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration. Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors and shades. A childhood infatuation.
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Stricken
I feel exhausted. The presence of anxiety keeps me up at night; I am blindsided by my mornings. I often wish for things seen in fairytales. I have forgotten how to dream. I felt the rain and heard the warnings of the storm. Shaken by this dark foreboding. The news carries messages of death and […]
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Anchored
We find ourselves tethered to the weight of the past. Feelings we thought lost beneath the sea; those unforeseen anchors that hold us against the flow of time. If those anchors remain then the heft of yesterday will pull us toward those murky depths. The currents crashing on our sanity. Forcing us to drown beneath […]
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Settled
Another sunset, the final seconds fading on this journey of exploration. The trials and errors of experimenting with people’s opinions; the proverbial setup for failure. Decisions born from chaos. Trying times is an understatement. I believed the things I’ve seen. I trusted the stuff I’ve heard. My mind dismantled; my heart ripped to shreds. The […]
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Darkest Hour
Night seems Eternal. Waiting no Longer. Taking new Paths. Seeing the light. Comfort and Joy.
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Magic
An expected moment reaching its zenith of time. Darkness accepts the extended invitation. A cosmic presence finding delight in the midst of mortals. The stone becoming unhinged.
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Sifting Time
Dust of Earth… Body of clay… Breath of life… End of days. —– Seconds of anticipating; Everything slows down. Foggy thoughts dissipating; Watching the effects of time.
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Desolation
The light burns quickly along the wick; the opening is barricaded from the weight of mistakes. Nothing left but whiskey mixed with the late afternoon; an earthquake is ignored. The mind drained of thought; the belly emptied of concern. Waiting for the darkness. Nodding off.
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Simplicity
I followed the trail of breadcrumbs. A wicked house in the middle of the plains. Compelled to go inside; I turned and walked away.
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Hibernation
The day’s fatigue from the weight of our restless imaginations. We find out thoughts bathing in the sunset. Tonight is for sleeping beneath the warmth of dreams. The comfort of hopeful delight. No alarms to disrupt our future; the morning can wait, while we snooze.
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Descent
I used to bask in the morning light. Nuclear Winter clouds the sky. The temperature dips below the freezing line. My fear subsides with the fading sunlight. It is in the darkness where I feel inspired. The finality becomes my motivation. They will know my name.
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Rest in Peace
I did not sleep well. I dreamt of the unfamiliar. Darkness for hours. Silence into the morning. I miss seeing the sunrise.
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End of Time
Here we are today; four weeks from the end of time. Moments reflecting along the thoughts once transparent. Falling stars turn to snowflakes; frosty dreams covering the horror of nightmares. Waiting for the end is delightful.
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